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The girl chuckled before calling the other girl, who was still in the cubicle. "I think your drink was spiked. I'm glad I saw you, Alyssa! What if I didn't? Your mommy will kill me," she said. The woman also came out of the cubicle and sat on the side, "I feel like I'm paralyzed. Damn that drink!" "You two could've been in someone's hands. Someone's bad." The woman with red hair commented as she handed me the lipstick she borrowed. "You shouldn't accept drinks from strangers," I added. The four of us have fixed ourselves. It looks like the two are feeling better since, according to them, they don't feel numb anymore.

Charlotte is the chairman of my class and let me tell you, if any boys try to get into her pants, she will make sure that she leaves the guy with a broken nose and a broken dick. Kayden and Jayden are fraternal twins. Despite being twins, they're very different in some ways; especially when it comes to the type of girls they like. Kayden likes girls who would only be willing for one-night stands but Jayden like girls who can commit to a relationship. But both brothers communicate well with each other, so I guess it is really the twin's thing?

Now shush. Special things are silenced if people want them to stay secret. What’s so special about something you can’t tell? Cigarettes aren’t so bad. Death row inmates always ask for them, as many as they can get. People offer them in bars, at rest stops. In places where they’re in new company and they want to feel safe. It’s like trading for love, only not really. Or maybe I just think too much.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

he mumbled with relief. “You better charge that, baby, because we have phone calls to make,” I told him, tapping my finger on the list I made last night. I found the perfect plot of land along the outskirts of town. It was in a prime location, close to the clubhouse and the main route to Lakewell. Kian could commute to and from work, and I didn’t have to be stuck in the middle of nowhere. He bought me a brand-new phone and added my name to his bank account. My criminal record was null and void here in Forest Hills. Human laws had no jurisdiction in the secret state of Whitehaven. They had a separate governing body, and they made their own constitutions. It meant that a squeaky-clean driver’s

The host said nervously. "Hello everyone this is Crimson Lee and i would first like to apologize to the public for this uproar, I would also like to apologise to my agency and my sisters here, even though I didn't drug the coffee it was I who bought it so it isn't off that Kristen would blame me for it. It was a few days ago, a week I think....

“This just proves that the guy who showed up last night is the same one I ran over. And the other guy—the one with the Cerberus tattoo—they all came from the same hole.” “Yeah, it can’t be a coincidence. You literally crossed paths with Be’s dealer. That’s insane. What are the odds?” I wonder the same. “Was there anything else in Be’s notes that might explain what this card means?” Camile opens her phone gallery and shows me some recent photos. “I found notes about the drugs he picked up. Mostly weed and coke. If I got it right, he owes those guys almost fifteen grand.” She narrows her eyes, shaking her head. Worry lines her face. “There were also random names with different amounts. Could b

“Mrs. Wilson, can you hear me?! The drunkard outside has brought out his weapon and is trying to break in! “There are only a few tenants here! Once he robs my place, he’s going to rob yours next, and it’ll be too late for you to call the police!” “How could you ask Mrs. Wilson to make a false report?!” Camala hurriedly interrupted me. She glared at me, but there was a smile on her lips. “There’s no weapon! The delivery driver is just getting a little more frantic because Wendy keeps refusing to open the door. He doesn’t want his wages reduced, and he’s working overtime.” “You have no idea just how professional delivery drivers are nowadays. They have to make sure that the packages are delive

He moves so fast I cannot even remember the faces of people I speak to. “Please,” I ask him “Slow down.” My feet ache and my muscles are sore. I have long since dropped the flowers on some random table, hoping silently they would burn and take the building and everyone in it. My fingers grasp onto a glass and I gulp down water quickly, my throat parched from flimsy small talk. The wedding will be in the papers. I can see the headline now- Two Crime Families Put Aside Differences; I knew the papers would sell quickly. Crime sold. I would know. My name had been in the papers since the day I was born thanks to my father. New York would tremble underneath me if I wanted it to. I dripped in cashm

I close the screen and drop the phone by my side to grab my book, only to take it after a second. ME: What are you doing? I drum my fingers against the edge of the desk as it shows read and finally, he's typing. ALEX: Sorry. ALEX: I got lost in it. Is he apologizing... For a late reply? A new text comes in again, and it makes me swallow. ALEX: Have you ever heard of masturbation? ME: You're doing that? Right now?